There is waste, forced onto you, choices took away, but you can bare no blame
A chipped diamond still a precious stone who'll return the piece of you they take?
There is waste, done on to you, you can't undo, all that you can not be, now's the shame
All your dreams left un-pursued, left behind, somewhere the real you, someplace

Even those on death row, they gloat and re-create
Free to re-live their crimes, whilst for death the wait
But these scars cut to deep, this pain will not heal
Their death won't restore the hopes that they steal

There is fear, you try to hide and like a haunting, it creeps up again
Fight for control of your mind, scars upon your thoughts, bleed deep in your veins
There is fear, that screams inside and a torment, twisting endless pain
What justice really fits the crime? They destroy and do they ever really pay?

There is pain, that's there for sure, locked away, somewhere, inside, someplace
Each day's the same, lost all alone, you act your part and don't expose a trace
There is pain, that has no cure to cut your life, won't cut short your pain
All the same you must endure, forced to watch the guilty walk to freedom again
And again, and again, and again!

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